by L. E. Harner
Carter took his time. His tongue made long, slow sweeps, before parting the lips of Christina’s pussy and thrusting inside. He pushed her legs up against her chest, and Cade wrapped his arm around her knees, while Carter explored her ass with his mouth. He licked and kissed his way across her cheeks and finally his tongue stroked over her anus.
“Need more, Cade, turn her over,” he said.
Cade rose to his knees and flipped Christina so that Carter could reach her ass. Carter pressed kisses along her lower back, and he found she had two dimples where her back met her ass. He kissed his way down her thighs and across her calves and added small nips and licks on the return journey. When his tongue slid up the crease between her cheeks, Christina gave a tiny shudder. It made him laugh.
“Carter,” Cade said, his voice low and urgent. They were all ready. In one coordinated move, Cade lifted Christina by her hips and Carter slid underneath.
When he slipped his fingers between Christina’s legs, he found her dripping with desire. “Aww, Cade, she’s so ready for us. You go first, then I’ll ease in after you get her settled.
Cade sheathed himself and generously applied the lube, first to his cock, and then to Chrissie’s tight anus. Her body was electric under his touch. She jumped and writhed with every small movement. Her breath came in small gasps. He thought he heard her murmur his name.
He placed his tip at her opening and applied a steady pressure until he slipped past the tight ring of nerves.
“Oh, yes!” Christina gasped and, after a minute of complete stillness, she started to move, pressing back against his cock.
He slid in, taking his time, retreating slightly after each inch gained, only to press even farther with the next firm stroke. When she was full with his cock, he said, “Now, Carter. Let us feel you now.”
Staying very still as Carter slid into Christina from below, he could feel every push, every gentle slide of Carter’s cock as it rubbed against his, separated only by a very thin layer of membrane.
He’d never felt anything better. He knew a moment of pure, unadulterated joy at the thought of being this intimate, this close to the two people he loved more than life itself. Then Carter started to slowly pump. As Carter went in, Cade went out, and then they reversed. The pace was exquisitely slow, drawing moans from all of them. He savored each delicious inch in and out.
Christina began to tremble as nerve endings she didn’t know she possessed screamed to life under the unrelenting sensations. Colors danced behind her eyes, and heat built from below her belly button to above her knees. Her orgasm was just barely out of reach. “Soon,” she whispered to the night and wondered if either of the men was capable of hearing.
They must have because the pace increased and the rhythm lost its smoothness. There was a panicked edge to their movements now, as though they’d reached the point of no return.
“Fuck,” Cade said.
“Fuck,” Carter agreed.
“Ah…fuuuuuck,” Christina yelled, her cry coming out a sob. Every internal muscle clamped down hard and pulsed around the cocks that filled her. She was coming. She was a trembling mass of screaming nerves, exploding outward, forcing her men to come with her. Her orgasm pulsed and surged, her cries mingled with theirs, and she had no way to tell where her pleasure ended and theirs began.
* * * * *
Hours later, Cade’s arm tightened around Christina’s waist as she shuddered again. Carter’s leg was flung across her hips, and he twitched as if in response. It was as though each of them was having mini-residual orgasms and setting off similar bursts of pleasure in the others.
Cade laughed. “Are you happy, little Chrissie?” he asked.
“Almost,” she murmured, a smile tugging at her lips.
It was Carter’s turn to laugh. “We’ve all been fucked senseless—”
“And promised to love you and stay with you forever,” Cade continued.
“And we’ve only almost made you happy?” Carter finished.
“Pushy wench,” Cade commented. With an exaggerated sigh, he asked, “What is it you want now?”
“Mmmm,” she answered in a dreamy voice. “Tomorrow it’s your turn, Cade. Love you guys.” Christina turned on her side. From the change in her breathing, Cade realized she’d fallen asleep.
Cade laughed softly. “Well, fuck.”
“Fuck,” Carter agreed, practically purring.
The End
Author Bio
Laura lives in Arizona with her family, two dogs, and a cat. She has written extensively in the technical and academic genres; however, she finds writing erotic romance to be a lot more…stimulating. She began writing romances two years ago after waking one morning with stories and characters screaming to get out of her head. Left with no choice, she now writes in every minute available outside her other jobs of work, wife, and mom. She fondly remembers sleep. She has lived throughout the US and in Japan, and now travels extensively in her own mind.